Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 20:10:06 GMT -5
IN.SOM.NIA
Feb. 14, 2018
Miami, Florida
Push down and turn, the bottle tops read. They were scattered about the hotel room floor and there I was sitting indian style in the center of the floor. Multiple clocks were hanging on the walls and ticking all at their own time and pace. Nothing was synchronized. There was no team work, just the American Dream and all that it stood for. Individualism…. This is what ran through my mind. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. It's all about ME!
The thought shouts in the back of my mind. "1,258.. 1,259…" I lose track of the row I was counting. "Ahh shit!" I shout before turning to my right and starting back at one.
Why I was doing this? I did not know. I had broken into a pharmacy and stolen every prescription pill on the shelf. Why I did this, I'll never know. I suppose I wanted to destroy something beautiful and that beauty being destroy was…well…ME. I wasn't happy with myself and I needed satisfy my own urge to feel happy. One thousand and two hundred and sixty pills in counting and the number continued to grow.
The empty liquor bottles, the lack of wraps, and the wholes punched through the wall might have something to do with it. I notice the blood oozing from the cuts atop my knuckles while moving the bottle tops into a separate pile. Punching thirty seven holes in the wall wasn't my intention but something within me was just itching to be let out.
I stop counting the bottle tops and step over the others that are scattered about as I head for the balcony. A large view of the city of Miami. How I got here? I'll never remember. I remember asking a cute guy in Australia about getting me a room and now I find myself in a room in Miami. I believe that was about four or five days ago and now I am in a Super 8 piece of shit motel hiding… waiting… for what?
The spliff lay between my lips and I bring the flame to the tip, inhaling an invisible cloud and exhaling a monster sized cloud of THC and stale smoke. Good ol' Romulan. I kept it on me, no matter what. I kept it in my luggage at all times. Without it, I was just… well currently, I do not know who or what I am.
There is a dark entity living within me, but how did it get there. Was my better self trying to work its way to the surface? Was this really a better me? It was kind of scary and definitely stressful, but what's life without any stress? A dream I suppose.
The wind knocks the cherry off the end of the blunt and I follow it over the balcony and onto the ground below. It didn't seem like such a far drop, it was only two stories high but the cherry disappeared in mid-air like it was a designed magic trick. "Shit." I say aloud while taking a look at the black spot where the cherry once was. "Ha…a black hole." The irony was unfathomable.
I put the spliff between my lips again and relight the end. The routine starts up, quick inhale, unbelievable exhale, lots of smoke, the whole nine yards and next thing I know, I'm lost in a trance, the spliff is down to a roach and I'm staring off in space with smoke arising around me and the smell of something burning. SNIFF. SNIFF. My faces scrunches up as the smell sets in. "What's on fire?!"
I look left.. then right… then down. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!" I shout before rushing back into the hotel room and grabbing my back pack. With the pack on my back I sweep all the bottle tops into a pile in the corner and rush out of the hotel room.
Each foot step echoes down the long hallway until I finally reach the little glass box hanging from the wall. The glass reads; SMASH INCASE OF EMERGENCY. I raise my foot and smash the glass open and grab the fire extinguisher before sprinting down probably the most unsafe staircase in the history of staircases.
I reach a small dry bush that is engulfed in flames and drown the flames with the dust from the fire extinguisher. "Phewww!" I exhaled heavily.
"Is everything alright?" A voice shouts from the room at the end of the sidewalk. I look in the direction of the voice and notice an older gentlemen, no younger than seventy three standing under the light hanging from the ceiling.
"Everything is alright." I shout back to the old fellow before watching him enter his room and shut the door. I hurry away from the scene before anyone has time to discover I started the fire.
FADE TO BLACK.